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[right][sub][color=gray]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=black]Nightshade Dorms[/color]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=#CA82A4]Phoibe Graves[/color] |  [color=#A63346]Caleb Valentine[/color] | [color=#899EB7]Charlie Valentine[/color] [@Danvers]
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[color=#c41e3a]"Excellent. Just what we needed. [i]Seekers[/i],"[/color] It was bad enough that the new school year brought with it a sense of lackluster that could only be found when throwing a hodgepodge of races together like Hawthorne did, but now there was the added benefit of being under a careful eye. More than what was already in place. Ophelia wasn't one to sneer in the faces of top notch security, but this was different. Something in the air screamed of lies piled high atop one another. It was only a matter of time before someone heard them.

Her dark eyes flickered off in the direction of a one Ms. Graves, [color=#c41e3a][sub][i]'If someone where to dig up anything it would be that one...[/i][/sub][/color] Of all the students attending, Phi knew right away that the middle Graves child was one to be weary of. A false sense of security does not bode well when dealing with her. Though, she didn't pose the vampire any [i]true[/i] harm, it wouldn't do her any favors to tread lightly with that one.


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In what felt like an instant she found herself once more wandering the Nightshade halls. A blessing to be given their own area than having to slum it with the others. Pity to the ones who have to share Hemlock with the were-beasts. But, it is the natural order of things. Some just aren't worthy. Would have been insulting to think that just [i]anyone[/i] could attend and be on the same leveling field as those that rule the night sky. A ruckus from one of the windows pulled her attention back to the present and she had to keep herself from rolling her eyes in disdain.

The Valentine twins. Ah, yes. A prime example of those who aren't worthy yet try to fit the mold. [color=#c41e3a][sub][i]'Ugh. They're just as bad,'[/i][/sub][/color] she remembers thinking to herself, catching the tail end of their prank. They had some sort of falling out with one of the wolf girls; a pretty nasty one too if remembered correctly. A blessing in disguise really. They would have just brought the Valentine name into the ground should that friendship have kept up. What is it that others see in them? Their friendly nature? [i]Pfft.[/i] If she thought more on it an answer might have presented itself, but that would require her to give too much of her already long life to something she didn't particularly care for. No. Instead Ophelia waltzed through the commons towards one of the many balconies, her vintage cigarette tin already in hand. Now she just needed a light.

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